The beginning of the universe reflects from my eyes, last echoes of dead stars blur across my vision.

I am the greatest of the gods of pain, ruler of all I survey. The mere flickers of mortal minds rise in a symphony of torture as I move my practiced hands in movements done a thousand times before, shapes of terror dancing in the shadows as I let blood flow.

All shall fall before the Lord of Entropy, as I am inevitable in my movements, the sounds of the living fading into the dust from which they arose.

All efforts come to naught, but to prolong my stay in this world, muted flickering of the eons. I am the leader of the Thirteen, no matter the number, no matter the distance.

The Inheritors of Agony are at my beck and call as I command armies of my lessers to conquest beyond the sight of the stars.

The rise of the children of Pain is what I lead. We shall cross the globe, put nations to the fire and spread true pain in our wake.

Help me. HelpmehelpmeHELPME.